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Last night I was wandering through Chinatown past the Chinese Hospital and I was smelling things. Everything smelled really good, or at least I was smelling things very distinctly. Joel and I were both really hungry because we have this awful habit of only eating once a day, usually late. We walked past a really interesting building and I looked up to see the moon, waxing in Cancer, making the high, thin clouds glow. It was a beautiful effect behind the corner of an intricate pagoda-esque building. I whipped out my camera and took a few shots, and when I was finished, a guy walked up and said "I hate even having to ask this, but, you're just doing this for like, what, a hobby or something? What are you doing?" and I said "Oh, just taking a photograph of the moon" and felt kind of pissed off at being bothered, treated with suspicion. He said "Oh it's just I have to ask, i'm a security guard." He seemed really apologetic. Instead of sticking around to say anything further, or end the interaction on a high note, I felt strangely guilty and angry, so we just sort of skulked off down the street.

When I get followed around in a store, which happens a lot, like I'm some kind of shoplifter, I have a tendency to feel guilty, like I'm doing something wrong, or that i'm about to do something wrong. Pff.

We ate a tasty dinner and watched people stagger past the windows of New Sun Hong Kong drunkenly. I was stuffed full of chow fun and porridge so we took a walk up Columbus, bought a cannoli and some biscotti for later and wandered around Washington Square and looked at the statue of Vichy with the inscription about the freaky 1979-2079 time capsule. Time capsules are so funny. I can only imagine what wonders a 1979 capsule would contain, like, a toy rock, some 8-tracks. Ha. I took a lot of photos of the moon through skeletal treelimbs.


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Jan. 27th, 2002 01:12 pm (UTC)
1970s Treasures
-- "I can only imagine what wonders a 1979 capsule would contain"

Whatever is in there, you can be sure that everything is in shades of baby mustard green, bile yellow, raisin stripe brown, or coated in that Zbrick[TM] fake brick wallpaper. Or a delightful combination of said colors/fake brick for an even bolder statement. Somehow, I also envision a lump of those bad T-shirts with the rubbery iron-ons that crackle and peel off after one wash, with graphics of Adam Rich or the Dukes of Hazzard.
Jan. 27th, 2002 01:14 pm (UTC)
Re: 1970s Treasures
in 1979 I had a Bee Gee's lunchbox.
Jan. 27th, 2002 04:03 pm (UTC)
Re: 1970s Treasures?

Jan. 27th, 2002 05:07 pm (UTC)
Re: 1970s Treasures?
eek. I had the one in the upper left-hand corner, with Robin Gibb. Sigh.
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